There are men out there
who don't see us as broken,
but as something to be builtâ
not with sharp edges or hard lines,
but with the care
of someone who understands
that growth takes time,
and strength takes patience.
They don't ask us to fit their mold,
but to shape our own,
to stand tall
in our own truth.
And when we stumble,
they don't offer correction
with sharp words,
but with gentle hands,
a firm but kind touch
that reminds us we are not alone.
They don't see us as threats
to their masculinityâ
they see us as brothers
learning to be whole,
teaching us that the true measure of a man
is not the harm he causes,
but the care he gives,
and the space he makes
for others to rise.